Bro-file: JCarr

I’ve decided it would be a cool thing to start a new feature: Bro-files.

What is a Bro-file, you might ask? It’s a profile on one of my bros. Pretty straight forward. I’ll get a few out there to hopefully get my readers acquainted with some of the peeps I get into the great outdoors with. For this episode…

JCarr.

I first met JCarr at the entrance to Hartman Rocks. I think I made a good impression. You see, a few WSC bike team teammates and I were course marshaling at the turn into Hartmans. It was just past dinner time and we had imbibed on a few festy-bevs. And then a few more. We had just got the portable fireplace raging and started passing the whisky around when JCarr rolled up on his single-speed.

“Uh…hey. What are you guys doing?” he asked, suspiciously.

“Hey dude, you want a shot of whiskey?!” another member of the team asked (certainly not me, you guys) and offered up the bottle.

Nice to meet you, JCarr.

A bit later, we hired JCarr at the Tune Up (R.I.P.) as a mechanic. We rode together, skied together and worked together. We became friends pretty quickly, as most with such similar hobbies in a small town do.

What is JCarr known for?

Pretty simple. Cheesin’:

Cheeeeeese.

Haulin’ ass:

Leading the Growler

and Gettin’ wild:

Factory beer bong

We’ve had some good times together. He’s helped me train quite a bit for Kilimanjaro, while he trains for the Colorado Trail Race (something that I have little to a lot of interest in depending on the time of year. Typically, no interest before the race happens, lots of interest after it’s over.)

JCarr’s a super fast rider and always down for a new adventure. Sometimes they end up being misadventures, but there’s fun in that too. He’s always got something going on, and you can often hear him howl one of his catch-phrases: